God-level Hero

Now, Deirdre presides over the Array and continues to summon Demon Soul Sea Demons. As for Da Fei, he started using the long-unused Master-level Special Soldier Training Skill.
——System Prompt: You used the Master-level Special Soldier Training Skill "Banshee Artillery Training" on Demon Soul Sea Demon, training failed!
——System Prompt: ...Training failed!
Failure, failure, failure time and again! By the time Deirdre had summoned all 11 Demon Soul Sea Demons, Da Fei was still experiencing ceaseless failures.
Now, Da Fei was out of Stamina again and could only sit down helplessly to eat and drink to recover his Stamina.
Deirdre approached and said: "Master, perhaps these kinds of Sea Demons are just the final form of ordinary Banshee Demon Souls fused together. And the more they are final forms, the harder they are to train successfully."
Da Fei could only shake his head with a wry smile: "That’s right, even training a normal adult Banshee is extremely difficult with my Master-level Special Soldier Training, not to mention these Sea Demons that have reached the standard of Level 7 soldiers."
Deirdre said solemnly: "Master, these Sea Demons may not be suitable because they are formed by fusing the Demon Souls of ordinary Banshees without intelligence, but Master’s Charming Emperor and Artillery Emperor are fundamentally different from ordinary Banshees, as they have grown from a juvenile state to what they are now. They have intelligence far surpassing that of ordinary Banshees. If it’s them, there indeed lies infinite possibilities!"
——Agh! Da Fei spurted out a mouthful of old blood! Why are her thoughts the same as what I just had! This is the option that I adamantly rejected! If they turn into Sea Demons and end up being such dull and stupid Sea Demons, being obliterated of intelligence, what pleasure would there be?
Da Fei hastily shook his head: "No, no! Absolutely not!"
Deirdre spoke firmly: "Master, I have said before that for the Demon Race, forsaking the opportunity to become stronger and just barely surviving is completely a path leading to death. Both Master’s Charming Emperor and Artillery Emperor possess this innate realization and are willing to resort to fratricide for it. Do you still remember when Artillery Emperor fought and bit each other when they were young to compete for the limited cannon spots? Yes, that’s the Demon Race!"
Da Fei trembled all over! He suddenly recalled that cute yet frightening scene from the children’s early days.
Deirdre continued: "Similarly, I undertake this key action in attacking the Eight-Headed Snake with the resolution to die! Moreover, the closer my action is to the Eight-Headed Snake’s casting, the more likely it is to succeed, which also means immense danger. I will not evade death, but also cannot easily disgrace the mission. Therefore, at that time, both Charming Emperor and Artillery Emperor must join me and share the damage, distract attention, and sacrifice for me——so, Master must also be prepared to make sacrifices! Everything is for the ultimate victory, as long as we achieve it in the end, please choose to evolve us into Demon Soul Sea Demons instead of Resurrection! Also, I am not a true hero, so if I fall in battle, I will also be absorbed by this Sea Soul Staff!"
Da Fei was stunned, mouth agape! Is this the resolve of an NPC? Isn’t this also the most pragmatic thought for a player! If they were not the Banshees that Da Ge is fondly attached to and reluctant to see harmed but rather ordinary and dumb brutes, Da Ge would have no reason to object, right? And the tone she exudes clearly shows she seeks death for evolution!
Da Fei exclaimed in shock: "If others die, you can summon them, but if you die in battle, who can summon you?!"
Deirdre said with a smile: "Of course it would be Lord Selvia, wasn’t I initially summoned by her?"
Selvia was taken aback: "The situation is different, I do not know the spells required to summon you, I was only there to charge the Array."
Deirdre was astonished for a moment, then burst into laughter: "So that’s how it is! It seems I chose the wrong master back then. Of course, I had no choice. As a high-level banshee in the present world, I must find a master capable of commanding me; otherwise, the nuns will quickly discover me."
Da Fei was astonished on the spot! Indeed, no matter what kind of monster it is, once it becomes a hero’s soldier, no one will pursue it. It’s like human players can freely walk around human territories with undead soldiers. But let’s not bring up the past, you’re already my vice hero, after all. You followed Selvia at first, and then Selvia followed me, so you can only make the best of a bad job!
Sure enough, Deirdre continued: "But it’s fine. Now that you’re my master, if I die in battle, the master needs to find the summoning scroll that signed my soul contract. However, master, I won’t easily rush to my death and trouble you. I will definitely survive, just like how I’ve survived many brutal battles before."
Fuck me! So the way to resurrect you is through the summoning scroll held by those Bloodrose ladies? Are you kidding me, they wish for my downfall, and once you’re gone, they’ll definitely not hand the scroll over to me!
Wait a second, yesterday I took Deirdre to find Makar, and as soon as we came out, we were ambushed by Bloodrose’s people who focused on killing Deirdre, which means that this is not just simple revenge, but Bloodrose knew that as soon as Deirdre dies, they could immediately reclaim what was originally theirs? If that’s the case, then they’re even less likely to give the book to me!
Da Fei exclaimed in surprise: "You mean to say, you can only get rid of that contract book by becoming a true hero?"
Deirdre smiled and said: "Of course. Hundreds of years ago when I was captured by a nun and was about to be thoroughly purified, I begged for mercy and was forced to sign a soul contract to become the nun’s bored-time slave. Even the death of the nun wouldn’t free me, and only by becoming a true hero could I get rid of that contract book. This is also one of the reasons I pursue the path of a hero. In any case, I understand how you feel now, master. But do you still remember the teachings of Lady Anwen from before?"
Da Fei paused for a moment, "Lady Anwen?"
Anlicia was also surprised: "My grandma?"
At this point, Deirdre’s expression darkened: "Lady Anwen once said, as a commander, you should be even more ruthless! So please, master, don’t dwell on my life and death, and definitely don’t let my situation shake the tactics you’ve already planned. Everything is for victory, for becoming stronger, then moving from one victory to another!"
Da Fei was speechless on the spot!
Anlicia also couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh: "Lord City Lord, just do as Miss Deirdre asks. As long as Miss Deirdre is fine, as long as we win in the end, any losses are acceptable."
It just comes down to hoping that Deirdre will be alright. After all, we have so many "cannon fodders" and the Time Freeze divine artifact, right? Oh, and on the day of the operation, all these flying sea demons will be added to her team as cannon fodder.
Da Fei could only give a bitter smile: "Alright then, continue your training. We won’t disturb you."
"With respect, my lord!"
Da Fei left the Flying with tangled feelings and continued on the greenleaf boat towards the Eight-Headed Snake’s channel for surveillance.
Time passed minute by minute, and Da Fei watched in listless boredom. For Da Fei, who had become accustomed to the fast-paced bustle of the past three days, suddenly having nothing to do made it hard for him to adapt.
Should we just wait? Why not take advantage of the free time to do something else? Like teleporting the Flying Ship to the Demon Race’s rear camp and destroy the whole camp!
No, no! What if the Demon Race’s rear camp also has powerhouses guarding it, and the Flying Ship gets severely damaged? That’d be troublesome. Even if my time is precious, I can’t afford to take that risk. Better to sleep and recharge.
Right, sleep! I’ve only slept an hour tonight, I must catch up on some shut-eye. So, Da Fei once again set the system prompt’s alarm, wrapped his head in the helmet, and fell back into a deep sleep.
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Meanwhile, in the men’s dormitory at Shenjiang Normal University, where Da Bing and Da Wei lived, the place was a mess of beer bottles and takeaway boxes. After an all-nighter, the dorm mates were each wrapped in headsets, snoring away.
Da Wei finished washing up in the bathroom, then slightly tidied up the trash in the room, and shouted at his sleeping roommates: "Hey!!! It’s 9 o’clock! It’s time for class, the first day of school! We’ve got roll call, you know!"
Da Bing mumbled in a daze, "Help, present!"
The other roommates also mumbled groggily, "Help, present!"
Da Wei said annoyedly, "Fine! I’ll mark attendance for all 7 of you!"
There was no time for breakfast. Da Wei pulled himself together and headed to the teaching building. Of course, he had to muster some energy, because today he would see Little Li again! And what’s more important is that I’ve started to have money now. I have the confidence to see her. These past few days alone, just from the tycoon’s tips I’ve gotten 80,000! 80,000! As long as I keep hanging out with this tycoon, Little Li’s brother’s requirement of earning 300,000 by graduation is just a piece of cake. I’m finally no longer the clueless unemployed youth I was before the winter break!
Just as Da Wei was strutting down the campus avenue, a female classmate behind him shouted hoarsely, "Excuse me, the Political Commissar of the esports team, please wait!"
Da Wei was taken aback. Is she talking to me!? The title ’Political Commissar of the esports team’ is embarrassingly cringeworthy! In a flurry of shame, Da Wei turned around to see, wasn’t it the student council president of Little Li’s college, Miss Tang Yan? Regarding the one who called out, it was the unknown beautiful companion who was with Tang Yan yesterday.
At this moment, Tang Yan was frowning and hitting her chatty companion. The companion, regardless, waved and smiled at Da Wei: "Political Commissar, please wait, I want to talk to you!"
Da Wei was overjoyed and hurriedly approached with a smile: "You’re willing to join our guild?"
The companion smirked, "What do you think?"
Da Wei was delighted, "We’d warmly welcome you! By the way, how may I address you?"
The companion snorted coldly with a change in expression!
Tang Yan couldn’t help but chuckle: "Is there really a fellow student who doesn’t know Yang Qian?"
Da Wei was suddenly taken aback, "Sorry, sorry, I generally only know those from our class, I know few from other colleges."
Yang Qian sneered, "Political Commissar classmate, your guild’s boss sure has a reputation, he even made the news yesterday. You really dare to invite us to join such a guild?"
Da Wei quickly sighed with disappointment: "I apologize, I retract my invitation."
Yang Qian laughed loudly: "Oh? You give up just like that? How can you get anything done this way?"
Tang Yan said irritably, "Alright, enough! Liu Dawei has class now, don’t be late!"
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Meanwhile, further down the campus avenue, Little Fang with dark circles under her eyes, tugged at equally sleep-deprived Little Li and sneered, "Yo! Our Economic College’s two rich and beautiful goddesses, Tang Yan and Yang Qian, I wonder with which department’s handsome guy they seem so delighted in chatting with?"
Little Li’s expression darkened, "I’m not going to class, going back to sleep!"
Little Fang was surprised, "Hey hey hey, missing class is one thing, but losing a boyfriend is a big deal!"
Little Li snorted, "Can you stop the rain if it wants to fall?"
Little Fang laughed loudly, "Ah, right, give him a chance to be tested, haha!"
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